Setting: Roughly around 249 AD in Rome, Egypt, Britannia, Athens, Sparta, & Carthage
- Facts: Homosexuality was first practiced in ancient Egypt.
- Gladiators were paid for their fights and their bouts were not always to the death, and they had freedom to walk around the city in which their ludus was in. They weren't always caged in the training school.
- Romans executed Christians because Christians broke the laws of the Empire because they thought they were above the law.
- Athenian pederasty was not practiced the same way in Sparta.
- In Sparta pederasty was like a father and son relationship, an older man teaching a young boy how to fight or hold a weapon and was not homosexual in nature.
- In Athens, it was a courtship where an older male roughly around the age of 17 flirted with a younger boy around the age of 13. If they boy gave in too easily to the older male's play then the boy was exiled from Athens, the 13 year old was expected to deny the other male's affections.
- Pederasty was meant to benefit the 13 year old as the older one was supposed to treat him like an apprentice of some sort (think the Rule of Two from the Sith) although it was homosexual in nature.
- The ancients didn't actually have anal or oral sex as they considered it unclean.
- The first love poem and ancient version of playboy magazine were Egyptian creations.
- The Egyptians considered themselves to be fantastic lovers and evidence of this is still present on pyramid walls.
- Nubia (ancient Sudan) was the closest rival to ancient Egypt and was well known for its iron work.
- Nubia was also ruled by successful Queens as well as Egypt, Christian King Erza destroyed their economy and now look at Sudan today.
- The city of London was created by Romans under the name Lodinium.
- Huns were employed by the Romans even during the days of the Republic era.
- Ancient Greek misogyny was picked up and carried on by the three main monotheistic religions of today.
- Ancient Egypt was the freest place for women to live, they had rights that other women did not have throughout the ancient world.
this is a rough draft, kinda written in manga style so if you could picture manga in your head while reading it will probably help; just note that none of the characters are Asian.
Chapter 1: An Uninvited Guest
Galen laid on his back with his arms above his head resting gently on his pillow as the young Cæsarion sat between his legs rubbing his limbs in a casual massage, lightly pulling at the bottom of the man's waist covering. Playfully Cæsarion lightly licked the flesh above his navel with the tip of his tongue.
The two spoke no mutual language but somehow had been able to understand one another's actions more than anything, from their first glance to the standoffish way Galen turned his back to him, to their first heated argument in their own respective native tongues.
The younger man had been hounding him relentlessly since they met again in Rome at his Uncle's villa.
Cæsarion was never one to give up the chase, not when he wanted something or someone however Galen was resisting all of his charms. The older man was utterly disinterested, refusing to play the youth's games.
Galen hadn't invited him in as much as Cæsarion followed him home and broke into his insulae apartment with ease. Galen was tired, ready for a midday nap, a rare moment that was allotted him by his master but he couldn't do that with the foreigner loitering around and touching his most valuable possessions and tools for his questionable trade.
Cæsarion flexed his long fingers over Galen's rippling abdomen muscles that glistened lightly with brown hair, his head dipped into the bump of muscles to press light kisses to it. He wasn't completely hairy, he sheared himself moderately but never completely off.
"You should let me fuck you." Cæsarion started off sweetly enough but only fools believed that he could be gentle and forgiving. He studied the older man's beautiful face and vibrant blue eyes that held reflections of cold anger and impatience.
Galen inhaled a breath, "no. I don't court younger men. I prefer them to be older than myself and more manly." He delivered a hard slap to Cæsarion's tight, dark pecks. The 23 year old didn't match up to Ajax, a past lover of his, but he would do nicely if he was attracted to the kid.
Galen liked dark skinned males, not that he had any aversions to other Grecians but there was something more masculine about darker complected males that boiled his blood. Cæsarion however was too young and brash for him, he was thin but not skinny with a small patch of fur on his chin but not much else while Galen's beard was growing thicker by the day.
"Who said anything about courting? I'm talking about fucking."
"I don't allow myself to be handled by men younger than myself. You will not become my erômenos."
"Erômenos?" Cæsarion tried out the foreign word, even though his father could speak Greek, Cæsarion didn't understand a word of the language. Galen explained the pederasty tradition to the young man but made it clear that he had no interest in carrying it on.
"Did you have an erastês when you were a boy?" Cæsarion asked as he pulled at the overlapping hairs below the man's navel, hoping to cause him slight pain.
"I did. Had one when I was a Lokhagos, the Polemarchos and I had an intimate relationship, now he was a man. Thick bearded and furry all the way down with a body that rivaled Ares himself but despite his beautiful rough appearance, he was amazingly gentle and kind. I prefer men like that, not you boy."
Cæsarion grunted, "I'm a prince, you can do no better than me," he huffed out a breath as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Galen sat up to push the young man away with his hand, "I'm from Athens, we have no kings, princes nor emperors so your title means nothing to me, Gypto."
Cæsarion was offended by the slur, Gypto was often used by their Grecian and Roman counterparts but that didn't mean the Egyptians actually liked to be called as such. Adopting a mightier position with the older man, the young Egyptian Prince delivered a hard punch to Galen's stomach, he would hate to mar that pretty face of his.
That turned into a rumble causing both men to fall off the bed that ended with the Prince pinned to the wall with the angry Athenian pressing against him hard. "You never been fucked by a man," Galen stated a fact that the Egyptian mentioned earlier. Cæsarion had always been the top with males of his own age or younger but never played the bottom.
Forcefully Galen pulled down the boy's shendyt to reveal a round ass, Galen eyed the color of his skin with appreciation before slapping it and squeezing it firmly.
Cæsarion was a man who had his own harem within the palace at Maadi, his father, the Pharaohs' hometown, filled with women but he wouldn't deny the jolt of excitement rushing through his body to his hardening cock, pressing it against the wall as he took in deep breaths to deal with the pain he knew he would endure.
Galen bit the side of his neck, wanting to leave a deep impression the boy would not soon forget.
Galen flicked his tongue over one spot trying to identify the taste of his perfume ingredients. Scraping at the skin with his teeth, Galen's hand held on to Cæsarion's cheeks before stopping quickly to launch the Prince out of his apartment with his cloth skirt pulled down nearly to his knees before he knew what was happening.
Cæsarion hit the wooden railing of the balcony outside of the closed door, he slid to the floor while his member stood at attention, not that he minded being nude in public, in Egypt, all children remained naked until they hit puberty. He grabbed his cock and stroked it twice before standing up.
He returned later to his Uncle's villa that day.
Chapter 2: False Arrest
His Uncle wasn't related to him by blood but through adoption. In Egypt the Roman Consul and Caesar was affectionately known as Entariush, but in his own capital of Rome, he was known by his birth name, Alecto.
Alecto was a fierce Caesar but he was also fair, many people compared him to Trajan although he himself thought he was more like Hadrian whom he lovingly considered his grandfather. Alecto and his elder brother, Saturn, named for the father of all the Gods, shared the blood of the Antonine Dynasty and were great grandchildren of Marcus Aurelius and Lucius Verus.
The Antonine Dynasty was very much alive.
Cæsarion sat in the visitor's chair in Alecto's office where he mostly conducted business based solely on the economy, the older man was great as an accountant and understood numbers and the needs of the people but he wasn't without fault.
As he was a celebrated Consul who suspiciously had never acted in the military before his elected Consulship, he was more well known for a slew of heinous crimes that he was never tried for. He was also a well known bachelor. Cæsarion hated sitting in the chair, he felt like a child about to be scolded, Alecto ignored his nephew's presence as he scribbled on papyrus, he had a large Empire that he constantly saw to its economic success.
He built and refurbished buildings, roads, walls and grew food that fed Romans across the Empire and frequently traded with distant lands such as Persia and India. He peered up at his nephew who refused to wear the toga, calling it women's clothing as it covered up the chest of a man, hiding masculinity.
Alecto couldn't complain, whenever he visited Egypt, he went shirtless as well. "Nephew," he began in Latin, a language Cæsarion was too lazy to learn despite his family's urging. Cæsarion believed there were only two languages in the world that everyone was capable of understanding: the point of the sword and lovemaking. Every other expression was unnecessary.
"Did you enjoy the Gladitorial Games?" Alecto didn't often view the Games but Cæsarion had been ecstatic to see it.
"I did very much Uncle."
Alecto smiled kindly, "I though you would, blood sport suits you."
Cæsarion had the makings of a vicious tyrant, he loved to fight and loved winning even more. He enjoyed causing pain to others in almost every form known to man. Alecto was concerned for the future of Egypt that was freed from the Empire so it could become independent once more under his close friend and adoptive brother, Rameses.
"It's a shame we don't have such a spectacle in Egypt. Uncle," he leaned forward with a wicked smile that revealed the sharpness of his canines, "who is the hoplite to you? The one who was present the day I arrived."
Alecto furrowed his eyebrows, he didn't like anyone to ask him about Galen, their relationship was complicated. "He is my Athenian mercenary, why do you ask?" He wouldn't go any further into their superior/subordinate association.
"Oh, I met him in Hadrianopolis, handsome man."
"He is." Alecto admitted flatly, hiding his attraction to Galen. He always found the Grecian attractive.
"I want to ask for a favor, Uncle, is it possible for you to arrange a gladitorial game, I'd like to see something specific while I'm here."
"I can. What would you like to see?"
"I'd like to see a man pitted against a wild animal, not a lion of course, lions are too sacred to my family, also I'd like to fight as a trident wielder so I can feel like I'm Neptunus."
Alecto grabbed fresh papyrus, dipped his quill into the inkwell and began writing, so the boy wanted a Bestiarii and a Secutor. "What kind of animal? No wolves, I forbid them being used for sport. How about a bear? Would that do?"
"Yes it would, Uncle."
"I'm sure I can convince some of the best schools from Capua and Pompeii to participate. Their rivalry always draw crowds."
"Actually Uncle, I do not wish for a trained Bestiarii. A man insulted me and I would like to see him punished."
Alecto nodded, he was a hot tempered man who often lashed out against those who insulted him, this was an offense that could not go unpunished.
"Indeed, the plebian who caused you insult shall be punished."
"I don't want the man dead, just hurt."
"Done. I will lend you some of the Praetorian Guards to arrest the man and hold him until the Games can be arranged."
His nephew nodded, "gratias tibi, did I say that right?"
Galen woke with a start as his door was kicked in, rolling out of bed he grabbed his trusty falcata sword. He sprang up, jumping over his own bed to hide behind the wall that separated his sleeping space from the front room and waited for the intruders. He didn't know what was going on but years of training taught him that it was better to act and ask questions later.
The heavily armored Praetorian Guards stormed into the living room, one of them gruffing out orders in Latin. Galen remained silent and still save the quiet heaving of his chest, he could hear them break his furniture, smashing his bowls that held fruit and vegetables, stealing his amphorae full of wine and olive oil.
The Latins could have those things, he wouldn't fight for replaceable items until they barged into his bedroom. He lashed out with a quick slash of his sword against the unknown man's throat. The man gasped then fell quickly, rousing the suspicion of his comrades.
Galen cursed in Greek, what was he thinking to kill rather than subdue? He was becoming barbaric due to his direct servitude to the Caesar, a ruthless man in any measure. He shook his head clear of disappointing thoughts of himself. He eyed his chamber but there was no window for him to sneak out of, he either fight his way out or become subjected to the intruder's whims.
The Guards descended upon him carefully and even though he fought back bravely, he was disarmed and taken.
He was thrown into a cell located under a building, his face hit the dirt hard as cruel laughter echoed behind him. "Damn Greek scum, he killed one of us. Fuck the Gypto, we should teach him a lesson." Said one of the Guards who entered the cell. He pulled Galen up by his shoulder to punch him. Galen didn't resist, perhaps he would be better off if he was killed where he no longer be enslaved.
After two hours of torture, the Guards left him alone.
Cæsarion found a young man perhaps a year or two younger than himself wandering about the villa. He laid on the guest bed with the young Roman set to work sucking his cock. Cæsarion took a nonchalant approach to it, only rubbing the man's blonde hair.
Cyrus, a man of 49, walked the halls of his family's villa on Palatine Hill searching for his current lover. He searched every inch of his wing for his paramour, it was well known that he was a boy lover as he never felt the need to hide it, even from his own father. He cursed at the prolonged game of hide and seek, he wasn't in the mood for that game. He called out his name but received no answer.
Cæsarion heard Cyrus' call, "Adrianus!" The Egyptian Prince took Adrianus' head into his palms with a wide smile, exclaimed his name again loud enough to draw Cyrus' attention.
Cyrus, lured by the shouts peered into guest room where he saw his lover bent over the laid out figure of their most esteemed guest. He entered after knocking on the wall. "Adrianus....Prince Cæsarion," he greeted secondly, a snub for sure but he too was a Prince and he would not bow to another.
"Prince Cyrus." Cæsarion greeted only too happily, "come join us."
"Join you?" Cyrus scoffed, "is it a hobby to steal from your allies, Prince Cæsarion?" He strolled into the room with all the arrogance associated with his family name, Gallus or Gallo, not to be confused with anyone originating from Gaul with the same name.
"Steal? I thought he was public property, besides a slave is a slave is a slave." He tugged on Adrianus' cock hard enough to make him wince from pain.
"Not in this villa. In our villa, we do not fornicate with slaves and Adrianus is not a slave but he is mine."
"Then do join us, Prince." Cæsarion smiled.
Cyrus couldn't return the smile in good faith, he didn't like the Egyptian Prince, nearly no one did. He wasn't only lustful in every since of the word and cruel but he was completely intolerable. Dropping his toga, Cyrus roughly positioned himself at the wide rear of the younger man who's age only reached 19 at best.
Adrianus gasped in pain, his older lover had never been that rough but gentle when entering him until now. Cyrus bucked into him hard that he accidentally bit Cæsarion who yelped at the pain but instead of hitting the boy, he only kissed him passionately, happy that someone had the courage to inflict pain upon him.
Adrianus caught between two males of royal bloodline, filled him with an ambition greater than lust but lust had to take precedence at the moment. He moaned loudly as he thrusted backwards in time to meet his real lover's movements while stroking the large member of the visiting nobleman.
He made sure to keep complete eye contact with the younger Prince while his hand rubbed the thick and dark veined beauty, lathered with saliva.
Cæsarion was pleasant but that didn't mean anything at all.
Cyrus gave a hard push, hard enough to have Adrianus buckle under him as he sped his pace until the sounds of flesh slapping flesh eclipsed the triple moaning. The three enjoyed hardcore fucking with Cæsarion forcing his penis down the throat of the blonde until Cyrus pulled out to release on the back of his leg. Heaving a sigh, the oldest man pulled up his toga to fasten it again.
Cyrus slapped the ass of Adrianus, he reached for the youth's shoulders where he forced him to sit on his knees. Lifting his chin up until Adrianus was able to look at his lover in the eyes, Cyrus scolded him then tossed him naked out of the room.
"That's an odd thing to do to your paramour." Cæsarion wasn't quite sure if Cyrus had meant to dismiss Adrianus.
"When I was a younger man, I had no problem joining in orgies and fucking men who would willingly fuck another man, now that I am older I want something more permanent. If he's willing to please you then he can no longer belong only to me." He answered.
Cæsarion moved his legs over the bed making a decision not to tell Cyrus that his lover had refused him many times over before he forced him to open his mouth in order to swallow him.
He wasn't going to tell Cyrus that Adrianus had tried to explain that he was property of another but that he didn't listen nor care. Instead he allowed the hurt older Prince to walk out of his bedroom to retire to his own.
Chapter 3: The Arena Part I
Galen paced the small cell he had been in for two weeks without being given any water or food. Like an animal, he was kept in secrecy, in a darkened corner with the only light shining through other cells across from him. Where was he? What had he done? Had Alecto finally thought to be rid of him or was this someone else's work?
Was someone on to him? Was this a calculated vengeance? No, he shook his head, his brown hair matted to his forehead by sweat. He was an excellent if not cautious assassin for the Caesar, no one had known he was guilty of those deeds...no one knew how his targets died nor could the deaths of other sovereigns be traced back to his employer.
He had to rule out any family members of his targets wanting revenge but that only left one conclusion: that the Caesar wanted him gone but that didn't add up. He knew the Caesar, holding someone captive days on end wasn't his style nor preference. The Caesar liked to execute his enemies himself in an honorable way.
Or as honorable as a man without morals could be anyway.
So who else could be responsible?
He paced back and forth, racking his brain for any answers.
Three days later he would have all the answers he wanted.
Droves of men all clad in various armor were allowed in, each of them speaking to one another, some cheery, others hostile but all of them knowing their place and purpose. Galen sat against the brick wall in the cool dark as the heat of the day rose to mimick his hunger pains and thirst.
Others looked his way but spoke only in Latin, a language he hadn't grasped as his employer also spoke Greek. He could hear the roar of more than a hundred people outside the safety of the cells as iron and bronze clashed in a heated dance, he could smell sweat and blood waft through the iron bars.
Finally he knew where he was.
Millions of people the world over would eventually call it the Colosseum but they knew its real name, the Flavian Amphitheater. He had never gone to see the blood sport as it was too unrefined for his Athenian tastes. It was barbaric to make even the vilest of enemies fight one another to the death but he expected nothing less from the heritage of Alecto Caesar.
He sat expecting to be passed over in favor of real gladiators as he listened to the bouts, ignoring the cheers and jeering from his fellow inmates.
Cæsarion met with the organizers of the games in the orator's box and other esteemed guests. Alecto wasn't accompanying him but instead Saturn, the elderly co-Caesar and his wife from Thrace, Nerenea.
Cæsarion would never adhere to Roman dress but he donned a blue cape that was attached to his golden neck collar, the color red was regarded as evil to the Egyptians and even one such as himself wouldn't tempt the God Seth by wearing his vicious color.
He took his seat beside the Caesar who graciously accepted wine given to him by a lanista's slave. "It's Falernian, Caesar, two years old." Said the pudgy balding man who leaned over Cæsarion's chair to speak to Saturn.
He thanked the man but opted to remain quiet except for the usual discussion of Capua versus Pompeii. When the games began, he noticed the excited change in the young Prince who watched with an eagerness found in young children just experiencing them. He remembered how excited he was to see it the first time with his Uncle all those years ago.
He however was a gentle soul and never found amusement in the blood sport but he would never keep anyone else from enjoying them. Cæsarion had made it known that he was to fight himself but only after he presented his own match, Galen versus a bear taken from the northern boarder of the Empire. He had a thought of visiting Galen before his bout but the man would learn he was the culprit soon enough.
Galen had fallen asleep on his side far from the spot he chose to piss in, when he was kicked awake by more Praetorian Guards who roughly shoved on his helmet, wrapped leather around his arms and legs and handed him a spear and whip. Normally the Bestiarii fights were scheduled in the morning with a cage set up to protect the gladiator but this being Cæsarion's gift to the city, had it arranged for evening without the iron cage.
Galen was led by two guards to the arena where he stood ad mist the circular sand pit swaying on his feet from the heat. The helmet shielded his eyes from the glare of the sun but nothing protected his ears from the deafening onslaught of blood thirsty Romans just waiting for his blood. He swayed backwards feeling his food and water deprived body wanting to fail.
He thought nothing of the echoes he could hear inside the cells but being on center stage was overwhelming, he felt like an injured animal. His blurry eyes adjusted to the shade of his helmet allowing him to zip at the audience and finally the protruded box where he froze at the sight greeting him.
Sinister full lips were pulled upward in a smile as a hand rested on the balcony railing before him. Galen couldn't help but to think the boy looked regal standing side face, his body half turned so that his brown abs caught the waning of the light, highlighting his tight yet strong frame. The dark blue cape poured behind his back flattering his status through birthright.
He never grasped the difference between a Prince and a free man until now as he gazed upward at Cæsarion.
Still his regal and attractive appearance didn't help to quell Galen's sudden rage. He wanted to climb up there and wipe that smug look off of his face. Galen raised his hand that held the spear letting out a furied cry that only enthralled the spectators.
"A lively one isn't he," jested one of the lanistas in the balcony.
Saturn disagreed, "looks dead on his feet."
Cæsarion raised an eyebrow at the Caesar, "I had him starved for a number of days and denied water and a bath. He's going to have to become savage if he wants to survive."
Saturn could only stare at him, "that is too cruel, young Prince."
Cæsarion slowly sipped his wine, ignoring the glare from the victim down below him. "Not nearly as much as what I will do to him. There will be no cage."
The lanistas all gasped, the cages were there to protect the gladiator, with the unknown man's lack of training combined with the rule breaking....what did he do to deserve this execution?
"May we ask the man's offense, Prince?"
"He called me a Gypto. I dislike being called so. Shall I introduce the Athenian?" After being given the nod, he silenced the crowd to introduce the untrained man.
Galen couldn't understand his words. What was happening? He felt racing paranoid envelop his senses as he circled around watching all the gates. How many men would he be facing? Was this a death penalty just because he refused to sleep with the boy? If he wants to be fucked, he'll give him the fucking of a life time!
The gate was opened with trainers poking the bear into action then quickly retreating, leaving the lone Lokhagos to deal with the threat.
"You sun worshiping son of a whore crocodile bitch," Galen cursed to himself as he slowly backed away, his limbs trembling from fear and starvation.
The bear however was just as reluctant as he was, proceeding cautiously. The large furry creature was just as scared as he was, he didn't want to hurt it.
Cæsarion frowned as he remained standing, was it the coward's plan to make him look like a fool by not doing anything? Saturn chuckled lightly, "your Athenian isn't moving."
It took every ounce of self control to not lash out at his Uncle's brother. "I see that for myself, Caesar," he added impatiently, "the damned coward, Anubis would spit on his soul and deny him the Afterlife."
"Don't go cursing the Athenian just yet, Prince," Saturn added in sly humor as he slumped a little in his chair, "he may surprise you. Or the bear."
The Prince only nodded in agreement as he silently urged the bear to strike him in his native tongue.
The bear lifted its short head to growl at Galen who only stared while the audience pelted him with trash. The people were not happy and this caused the real gladiators to spit and curse his lack of action. Some of them made bets of his demise.
Galen tried to reason when the frustrated bear bounded on him in a matter of seconds, urged on by its unfamiliar surroundings. Galen sidestepped back but tripped on his weak ankles. The bear took advantage of his falling to swipe at his leather bound legs.
He scrambled to get to his feet without being scratched by those long claws. He wasn't given a shield but a soldier of his caliber should be able to handle the animal.
Cæsarion clapped for the bear, happy that the animal took the initiative to get the match started. He returned to his seat content to watch his desire struggle with mortal danger.
The bear chased Galen who turned on his left heel, thrusting his spear at its thick shoulder in a hope to deter it.
The bear growled from the contact, in a display of dominance, the bear rose on its hind paws to stand over six feet tall, Galen couldn't hear the glad cries of the people around him, he could only stare at its soft belly.
The belly! Remembering his soldier training, he planted his feet to hold his weight as he shifted into another thrust with the spear, driving it home in its vulnerable chest.
The bear swung its heavy foreleg to knock the spear out of the puny man's hands. Galen backed up. Grabbing his other weapon, a leather whip, he cracked it at bear. Once, twice he swung it, the end stung the air in audible cracks in a show of skill that he didn't actually possess.
Cæsarion stood when Galen began using the whip, a weapon he had chosen himself. He wanted to see if anything could be accomplished with the flimsy rope but now that he could see it in action with the strong man wielding it, he felt oddly erotic. His member began to harden as he followed the graceful movements of the Athenian, the way his arm flexed as the sun shone on his light olive skin aroused him. What he wouldn't do to wrap that whip around Galen's neck and pull on it until the man submitted to his passion.
He gulped down his wine, entranced by the fatal dance.
No matter the wine he drank, he felt parched until he asked for water.
His own skin began to burn as Galen rolled with speed and finesse to evade the bear's attacks, using the whip as the buffer between them until he could reach the spear. He too paid very little attention to the crowd and their frenzied reaction, he doubt any of them were seeing the gorgeous sight of nature pit against a lone alpha male that he was preoccupied with but instinctively he was glad that the Roman people were accepting of his gift.
Truth be told, this match was for his pleasure and his pleasure alone.
His mind began to briefly wonder if his body would react the same way to a female gladiator, albeit rare, women did indeed participate.
His heart pounded in his chest when the bear charged at the Athenian and he was sure that Galen had to feel it too, this sense of oneness between them despite the physical distance. Galen turned to evade the strike but miscalculated the length of the bear's limb and was hit in his left rib, he could feel the sharp pain of shredded skin and the sensation of stinging as soon as air hit the blood.
He fell to the sand, he could have sworn he heard the real gladiators suck in their breaths at his misfortune. He glanced at them, several were crowded at the iron bars sticking their arms through, motioning for him to get back on his feet. They weren't his countrymen but they didn't want to see him die. They wanted this untrained brother to get back up on his feet and not embarrass those of the wild animal fighting class.
Recalling old images of his fellow Athenians in battle with him, he shook off the shock and pain to stand. He wiped saliva from his mouth knowing that he needed to bandage the wound but he had no time to stop and do so. His life was at stake, he had to move and move quickly.
Inhaling several labored breaths, he slowly moved closer towards his spear.
The lanistas spoke casually of his endurance but agreed that he wouldn't last for much longer.
"He might surprise us, Prince, what do you know of the Athenian?" The Empress asked as she had followed the Prince's lead by switching to water. She was under no illusions, many of her own countrymen had perished in this very spot for the amusement of her husband's people. She identified with the Grecian.
"He was a soldier in the Athenian army, other than that, I know nothing of him." Cæsarion admitted then focused back on his love's battle for his life.
Saturn contemplated that.
Running for it, Galen reached the weapon deciding to gamble all his chances on one attack, he couldn't draw this out forever. He lunged at the bear, his chest heaving with each pain filled breath, his wound was still bleeding, the bear had cut him deeper than he originally thought. Cracking the whip in the bear's face, he plunged the spear into its side right behind the head, hoping that the duality of pain would give him an advantage.
The bear fueled by pain ripped the whip from his sweaty palm with its impressive set of teeth, it jumped right on top of him. The crowd got to their feet, Cæsarion felt himself stop breathing for a second in shock, could the man be dead? Even with that possibility, it didn't stop his libido from aching, needing to be touched.
It growled at him, its fangs snapping for a bite of flesh as its saliva dripped to cover the man's face and hair. He had never been so near to death, he never felt so scared and was never so determined to live.
Galen on his back with sand scraping at his skin, ripped out the spear head to fend off the creature's jaws, using the strength he had left in his body, he twisted the long shaft of the spear until the blade slipped into its mouth. "I'm sorry, we're both pawns of an ignorant boy but your death will be honored by Artemis of the Hunt and I declare in your final moments so I am not pursued by her justice for an unjust kill."
Allowing his hands to slip down the handle, he forced his body upward to further the jab into its throat where the bear finally stopped. Its large brown body slumped on top of his. The crowd went silent and even the Caesar stood to see the verdict. He mentally chastised himself for allowing the match to go this far, he should have demanded that it be stopped long before now.
No one moved as seconds past, Galen emerged from under the bear, his head wet from sweat and spit, his face, shoulders and arms cut up from claws, his wound dirtied by unclean sand but he stood in his victory with his arms uplifted. Joyous glee erupted from the seats as the horde praised him, the gladiators imitated their actions, or at least the ones who were a few denarii richer.
Cæsarion felt his cock release into the inside of his skirt when Galen emerged from under the bear. Without a word from the others, he lifted his arm and gave the thumbs up sign, this day the man had earned his life and a place in Cæsarion's bed.
Chapter 4: The Arena Part II
He wanted to check on his Grecian right away but could not without it being suspicious or it being beneath his position. "I will get ready to fight as well," he said to Saturn more than anyone else, the Caesar let him go, worried about the utter delight on his face while he watched the untrained man's fight.
He was also untrained to fight but he had no fears or worries. The Retiarii wore no armor nor helmet, all he needed was the net and trident in hand. Another match had begun but he had the Praetorian Guards bring the wounded man to meet him in a secluded section of the Amphitheater. Galen needed medical attention but would get none at the moment. "You survived like I knew you would. I am very pleased that you are so skilled a man."
Galen glared at him through heavy lids as he held his wound, his body trembling from fever setting in but no illness would keep him from giving the boy what he deserved. He threw a punch at the Prince but met the handle of a khopesh sword instead. One of the Prince's personal guard acted in his defense. Galen went down to his knees in pain.
He glared up at the young man, "you son of a whoring bitch," he spat forgetting the man didn't know his language, his insult virtually unheard.
"I can be kind, Athenian, I will show you mercy and will have a doctor look at your wounds." He said gently before pulling at his shendyt to allow his cock to slip out, the head wet with cum but he knew that he still had a lot in there waiting to burst out. He placed his member against Galen's cheek who closed his eyes, "careful, Prince, this is bear spit on my face."
Cæsarion pulled back slightly, disgusted by the idea of animal saliva touching his cock he then pressed down on it himself to squeeze out a little extra semen, "now it's my pleasure on your face, I'm sure no one would will be able to tell the difference." He grinned madly then nodded to his guards who dragged him away, "but only after you've watched me fight and realize that you are nothing."
The guards threw him into a cell with the real fighters.
Galen sat on the floor, uncaring about the others that crowded him in jeers and congratulations as he hastily wiped around the small stream of bodily fluid.
He wasn't barbaric like they were, he wasn't, he convinced himself.
Cæsarion took his place in the arena, examining with his eyes where Galen's blood had first been spilled. He wondered if his blood tasted different. When his opponent was introduced, he snapped to focus on the fight. He would kill the man if he was allowed to, if he could get away with it, he was sure he could pay back the man's worth to his master.
The fight began, Galen half listened to the other men's jabbering, managing to pick out a few words like Prince, Gypto and good. Realizing that Cæsarion was fighting himself, he pushed his way to the iron bars so he could see. Out of respect, two other beast fighters allowed him a spot. Galen grabbed the bars to keep himself standing upright.
He ignored the pain to watch the boy in case he seriously had to take him out one day.
Cæsarion, to be untrained with a net and trident, was nearly as good as Galen was. He watched the youth with trained eyes, committing his form and strikes to memory. He searched his body for any signs of weakness, a weak leg, knee or ankle would do but the boy was solid, in the early stages of his prime. He knew that the Prince would get stronger as he got older, a tremor traced his back from fear.
Galen still had a few years left of being in his prime state but afterwards....he'd be no match for the freak. As he was a Prince, his bout wouldn't be long, his opponent had specific orders to not cause him any real damage despite Cæsarion being bent on causing true pain to him.
Catching the large gladiator in his net, he barraged the man's helmet with the trident until the man stumbled back.
Launching himself forward, he stabbed through the man's armor until he shouted out in real pain. The audience let out a cry approving of his cut-throat display, he backed off only to boast to the crowd.
In the balcony, one of the esteemed guests snorted, "he's like a young Commodus."
Saturn looked back to the man, "by all the Gods of the Nile, let us pray that he won't be like Commodus when he comes into his father's throne." The other man nodded, agreeing with him.
"He's just young and wants to be adored as a sex symbol," argued the wife of one of the gladiator owners, "I could swear his skirt rose during the last match." Saturn thought he was the only one who noticed his arousal.
"I tell my brother all the time that he should get in there and become a sex symbol. He might be able to find a wife if he did," Saturn laughed, "but he refuses to my discontent."
Galen couldn't believe what he was seeing, the Prince had no visible weakness, no flaws in his tactics or movements. The boy had only been to war once but fought with the experience of a thousand Spartan soldiers. He seemed so untouchable, so infinite and he knew the Prince was indeed deriving pleasure from this. Galen had been to war several times and not once did he ever actually enjoy it.
Not the way Cæsarion clearly did. He was amazed and captivated by the Prince yet wary, now he knew how Alecto must have felt when they had met during battle. Alecto won that contest but still respected Galen afterwards and held him in high praise.
Cæsarion hadn't cum as strongly as he hoped for at the end of Galen's scrimmage but that was going to change, from the moment he held real power in his hands during the war with the Arabians where his father put him in charge, he had loved every moment of it. When he decapitated the Arabian King, he felt that lust elate in a powerful orgasm. He's been chasing that sensation since then and was just now finding it.
He knew the man had his orders not to cause him any harm and that stipulation was getting in the way of his fun. How could he unleash all of his energy if his opponent wasn't willing to meet him half way? He felt insulted.
He attacked relentlessly but with control, his brother-in-law was a Roman man whom had been training with soldiers his entire life, as much as he despised his brother-in-law, the man had helped him to become a better warrior.
When the three prongs of the trident were ready to pierce the neck of his opponent, Saturn stood to give the signals for them to stop. Cæsarion looked up at the elderly man, silent questioning his decision. "Prince Cæsarion Rameses Amenhotephapu of Ægyptus has fought valiantly," Saturn said aloud so all could hear him, "for his bravery to get in the arena with such an accomplished warrior, I award the Secutores, life!" Saturn gave the thumbs up sign for the gladiator's restraint.
Sitting down he congratulated the gladiator's master, "well trained, he restrained himself well against such raw brutality."
The man leaned forward to thank the Caesar, "I don't know if I should be frightened or relieved that such a man will one day sit on the Pharaoh's throne."
As promised, Cæsarion delivered the hurt man to a doctor whom he gave specific orders to, he wanted the man healed.
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